C69

The power of the sun was limitless, capable of melting everything.

But in the face of the Emperor's star, the Violet Twilight, the sun could only bow down.

All of the purple light surrounding her transformed into nine sky-upholding greatswords.

Zhao Wuqi involuntarily shouted out, his voice trembling with fear.

If such a sword formation chopped towards him …

Wouldn't that be turning into dust?

In the face of death, what was there to worry about?

Therefore, Zhao Wuqi immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Shangguan Yier could not bear it, she did not place the sword array on Zhao Wuqi's body.

She waved her hand.

The originally terrifying sword formation dissipated into the air.

Seeing Zhao Wuqi begging for mercy, all the disciples showed signs of despise.

The female disciple, who originally had a good impression of him, now had a look of disgust in her eyes.

A dignified seven foot tall man without any backbone directly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Zhao Wuqi's face was filled with shame and anger, he bitterly stepped down from the stage, and a look of resentment flashed past his eyes, "Today's disgrace, I will definitely return it a hundred times in the future."

Then, he looked at Han Xiu and Mo Luoge who were beside him, and ordered: "Your two opponents are weaker, so you cannot lose again.

Han Xiu and Mo Luoge nodded.

None of the disciples from the spiritual stage s and open pulse state of the Shangguan Family could fight them. They had already been defeated by them long ago, so they were not even worth worrying about.

The second round of the competition began.

This was a showdown between spiritual stage.

The Zhao Family's Han Xiu fought against the Shangguan Family's Du Lang.

Han Xiu stood on the stage and waved the fan in her hand gently: "Long time no see, Brother Du. I wonder if Brother Du's cultivation has improved? I might as well make the first move so that this little brother can experience it. "

Seeing that Han Xiu was looking down on him, Du Lang's eyes revealed a trace of anger, "Arrogant! "Watch my sword!"

"Great Ocean Sword!"

In his fury, Du Lang raised the sword in his hand, swept up a huge wave and thrusted towards Han Xiu with all her might.

Han Xiu smiled without speaking, without dodging at all, and said indifferently: "The progress isn't obvious, Brother Du still needs to work hard to cultivate."

In the next moment, Han Xiu caught Du Lang's sword with two fingers.

It was like an iron hoop, preventing Du Lang from moving.

Du Lang's eyes flashed with fear.

He thought that since his strength had improved, defeating Han Xiu wouldn't be a problem.

He never thought that Han Xiu would actually be so terrifying, using only two fingers to catch her full strength sword attack.

The corner of Han Xiu's mouth curled up: "Brother Du, use effort. How can little brother bear being lenient like this."

The disciples below burst into laughter.

Han Xiu seemed to be a gentle person, who would have thought that she would actually use such a method to harm others.

"The number one of the Shangguan Family's spiritual stage. With this level, it's really laughable!"

"You only have this little strength, go home and drink your milk. Don't embarrass yourself on stage, haha."

"Hurry up and erase your own neck. My Immeasurable Sect does not need such a waste disciple."

A few disciples of the Zhao Family mocked from below the stage, wanting to take back all the humiliation that Zhao Wuqi had suffered just now.

Facing so many disciples laughing at him, Du Lang's face flushed red.

"Pah!"

Seeing this, Han Xiu slapped her palm on Du Lang's chest.